Even being in Jean-Claude's inner sanctum does not give Jon energy enough to lift his head to look around. Jon could dredge up some embarrassment under all the stated exhaustion, but in truth being handled as though he weighed no more than a matchstick when his body feels so heavy and clumsy sends an giddy thrill through him. He has never felt so light; he's almost afraid to keep talking lest he say something to ruin the effect.

"O-only because I'd drown if you put me in a bath right now," he chuckles weakly, buoyed by Jean-Claude's voice. It's really a somewhat daunting prospect but the part of Jon that wants to sustain this feelings is, for once, stronger than the part of him with all the reasons to shut Jean-Claude out.